The North wind awoke Out of the green she rose, kissing frost bitten lips

The dim tangerine sky hung low in the mist But never shone Nor any given day came

Unattainable like the sea, The warmth of her Brest was never certain

“Play smart in the painted trillium” For the bears eat trees, and it is there the sun rises

The rout stood in hellish mist, The water rose, like witches dreams Twisting, polymerizing in the undying gyre,

Titans moved in his wake, Curling and furling over steep slopes Cloaking any immediate danger.

He had seen this before, The glazed rocks shimmered in the wind,

At first it seemed ice But it plunged to rain,

The ravine turned out waterfalls. And every chatter of crooked teeth, Echoed in the soot abyss

Part III

Consciousness comes to the morning. Of the faint foolhardiness, from the pebble trampled steps of the cliff face With muddy footprints ebbed in the cracks

Under the silver boulder lays he. Black his finger tips have become Silvered like the specks of mica in his granite eyes.

Throat parch’d and eyes glazed he staggered up, The wind hath retired behind the mountains nose Sunlight cleansed him of wet fatigue, While it squeezed all sweat, leaving him dry as can be.

This arid shell could not falter, the fate lay around the ridge Oh he now loathed the surf of the falls,

Alas, in the distance a dribble, The trickle of steam colored life grew louder as he approached,

Slowly from a mere dribble erupted a roar The surf stayed course, and he helplessly ran, Over spewed tree branches and moss covered rocks Plunging deep into the surf, Below, Snow clung to his frizzled beard Shutting his eyelids And pursing his lips There he sat and tossed around in the sand There he found eternal peace There he died,

Part IV

The seasoned past, and the earth grew tired Rivers thawed and giants slumbered But a Mountaineer was all that stayed He stood on peaks, and watched his moonlight, extinguish in fury of purple.

On shoulder perched an owl With tethered feathers, Matched his granite eyes, And they sat in silence

Some say he died, Others he moved away, But I believe he still is up there, living the true life of a man

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